J Watson - Chained women

"Andrew," she said quietly. "You don't have to be afraid to look at me. I'm a woman and you're a young man."

"You're beautiful," he said.

"I'm hardly that," she said, "but thanks just the same. And you should know what I look like. After all, I wasn't hiding much when you came in."

Andrew looked down at his hands. "Those animals," he whispered. "I could kill them."

"Your friends did a very nice job on them. I don't think they'll be bothering any other women for quite a long time. In fact, after that beating they may not be able to bother anyone else."

"But they hurt you," he said.

Andrea stood and walked over beside him. She sat down. This time her skirt went up above her knees and she didn't pull it down. Let the poor boy look, she thought. It won't hurt me and it seems to be doing a lot for him.

"Andrew," she said. "They didn't really hurt me and I'll get over it. But you shouldn't hate them so much. I can see that in your eyes."

"They hurt Cindy too," he said.

"Is Cindy your girlfriend?"

"Not really," he said. "She's the only…"

He seemed to realize what he was saying and he cut it short. He finished the last of his beer and looked away.

"She the only girl you've ever made love with?" Andrea asked.

"Yes," Andrew admitted.

"Was she good?"

"She was wonderful."

Andrea placed a slender hand on his thigh. She was surprised to find that his leg was so hot. She squeezed his thigh and noticed an immediate bulge in his trousers.

"Did you like me naked?" Andrea asked. "Oh yes," he said. "You were beautiful."

"More beautiful than Cindy?" she teased. "More beautiful than anybody."

"That was a nice thing to say," she whispered. "You deserve a reward for that."

She bent her head to kiss him on the cheek, but he turned his head. She felt his lips mash against hers and his strong arms go around her waist. For a brief second she thought of pushing him away, but then the resistance in her seemed to melt and heat rushed down her thighs.

"Andrew," she said, breaking away.

He looked crestfallen. He looked as if he would die if she turned him down. Andrea had no intention of turning him down. She just wanted a little more privacy.

"Come on," she said. "Let's go to my bedroom."

He followed after her quickly. Once inside her bedroom she turned on him. She was taller than he was but he had well-formed muscles underneath his shirt. She ran her hand across the muscles of his chest and felt herself react.

He was a beautiful young man. Such a beautiful young man would have a beautiful cock. She found herself reaching between his legs. His cock was hard.

Now he took control. She had believed she was going to have to guide him in his inexperience, but there was nothing inexperienced about him now. His hands went to her breasts and he began caressing them gently.

"Ummm," she whispered. "Your fingers feel good."

His mouth came against hers and his tongue slipped between her lips. She had thought herself a mature woman who could handle her sex urges, but he was making her feel like a giddy fifteen-year-old schoolgirl. His kisses were driving her up the wall.

She felt her knees getting weak and he picked her up. She was surprised. She was a good, hefty gal and he carried her easily to her bed. There was no strain on his face as he lowered her onto her back on the bed.

"Goodness," she said as his mouth once more glued onto hers.

His hands were doing things. He had her buttons unbuttoned and he was caressing her, breasts through the bra. Her nipples were rock hard, and she was getting too hot in her bra.

"Pull it off," she whispered. "Take it off!"

He reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra. He pulled it off her shoulders and looked down at her naked flesh.

"You have beautiful titties," he said. "So creamy white and kissable."

"Then kiss them," she begged. "Kiss my tits!"

He lowered his head and began to bite gently on her nipples. It sent hot impulses from her tits to her pussy. She hadn't realized that she could get so hot so quickly. But he was making her skin a mass of flaming desire. Even her husband had never made her feel so good.

"Jesus," she said. "Take my clothes off, Andrew. Take them all off."

Andrew drew back. He couldn't believe his luck. It had only been a couple of days before that he had lost his virginity, and he was now lying in bed with the best-looking woman he had ever seen. Her titties were fuller, her nipples larger, than the women he had looked at in the movies or in the magazines. She could have easily been a centerfold girl.

Now his hands moved up her thighs and rubbed at her panty-covered crotch. He slipped his hand into her panties and cupped the warm cheeks of her ass.

"That feels so good," Andrea said.

He took hold of her panties and pulled them down. She lifted her ass and he slipped the panties off her legs. He pushed her dress up to her waist and looked hungrily at her black bush.

He had seen pictures of boys kissing girls down there. He had once told himself that he would never do that. It would be too disgusting, too filthy.

But now he couldn't resist. He lowered his head and let his tongue trail up her thighs until he was kissing her black thatch.

"God," she said. "God, that feels good. Eat me, Andrew. Please eat me!"

He put his tongue into her warm pussy and found that he liked the taste. He drove it in farther and liked the way she pushed her crotch out at him. She began to grow wet there as he explored with his tongue. He found her clit by accident.

His tongue brushed against her clit and she jumped. A soft moan escaped her and he knew that that made her feel exceptionally good.

He decided to explore further. It felt like she had a hard tiny prick there. He kissed it and she cried out. He began to rub her clit briskly with his tongue, and it nearly drove her crazy.

"Jesus Christ!" she cried. "Oh Jesus, what are you doing to me, Andrew?"

He lifted his head and saw that her head was thrown back. Her black hair fell free around her naked tits and looked really good. She was shaking her head and moaning. Her tongue was wetting the corner of her lips and her eyes were half-closed. Her hands were clutching her forehead.

He pushed his face harder into her sweet-tasting pussy and captured the hard knob of her clit in his lips. It drove her even wilder. He was afraid that her screams could be heard all over the neighborhood.

"Oh Andrew!" she said. "You've got to stop! I want your dick! I want your hard young cock in my pussy! Please!"

He drew back. She helped him to undress. Her hands worked frantically at his buttons until he was completely naked. Andrea ran her fingers lightly over his hard chest.

So young and strong! She ran her hand lower, liking the feeling of the muscles of his belly and then to his proud young cock standing at attention.

"You are beautiful too," Andrea whispered. Her cunt was burning hot, but first she had to sample his merchandise. The Cross brothers had made her suck cock, but she had found that she liked the taste. Now she knew she would never again do without it.

She captured his gleaming red cock-head between her lips. He tasted good. She licked off a drop of jism that had already formed on his cock.

"I've got to get in you," he said. "Ahhh!" she said. "The impatience of youth."

"But you have to stop or I'm going to come." She found she didn't mind. In fact, she wanted to taste his cum. She wanted to drink his white seed down, to feel the salty taste of him filling her mouth and throat until she couldn't breathe. Once more she drew him into her mouth all the way down to his heavy balls.

"I'm going to come," he panted.

He was true to his word, for a half second later his cum splashed into her mouth in rivers. She couldn't contain it all. It filled her mouth and overflowed onto her chin and cheeks.